seeing the blue of sea and sky. And here he is, beside me—asleep.
It seemed almost a symbol.
How Elliott would have gloried in this light, this benediction of color.
I am utterly lonely, I might as well admit it, she thought, tears stinging into her eyes. In this shipful of people I am all alone.
Of course they made a fuss about her. People always did, over anyone who was well known. And although she had begged Curtis not to tell anyone she was Christabel Caine, he was so proud of her he couldn't resist bragging, and he had given away a dozen copies of Carnation Flower already. He must have brought half a trunkful. It was a little ridiculous, like a drummer giving away free samples. There was something about Curtis—not an insensitiveness, exactly
She smiled at the Misses White, trotting past, with their arms full of bags, cushions, Cathedral Towns of England, Châteaux of Old France, My Trip Abroad, and a bristle of
